The black tears leave trails down her cheeks as she sits alone. Everyone walks by but not one glance. The flash of metal, her blood flowing at last. With no expression she looks and thinks: Is this what life is meant to be? Empty hearts and metallic sting?
She feels a warm hand on her wrist leading her outside. With his gentle touch he whispers three words. She knows what has been lost. Has it come back? She turns and no one is there. Nothing but a note. I may be gone but I am never far. Stay for me. Live through the pain.